In the suite, Bolt awoke naturally and opened his eyes.
"You're awake?"
Mills, who had been sitting beside him reading a magazine with his head tilted, was startled. He immediately got up, came closer, and asked Bolt how he was feeling.
Last night, after Bolt had slept for a little over an hour, Chen Yu had someone take the groggy sprinter back to his room.
Around eleven this morning, he'd been woken up again and made to eat something.
While eating, Bolt had been so drowsy he couldn't even fully open his eyes.
He probably thought he was eating in a dream.
After he finished, Bolt went back to sleep and didn't wake up until now.
The aftereffects of that semi-final run, which had pushed him beyond his physical limits, were far more severe than Mills had imagined.
So now, his heart was in his throat, and he was a nervous wreck, terrified something was wrong with Bolt's body.
